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Objective: Crush the Upstarts
Location: Fresia Capital
Allies: None
Enemies: The One Sith, Innocents, Terrorists - Everyone really. ([member="Iziz Vei"] | [member="Saiah"])
The particularly fascinating part of a Class-A thermal detonator was its rather large range and destructive power. Its full reach, even hindered by reinforced duracrete walls, was a whopping twenty-five square meters - enough to completely envelope the entire street that the two were fighting within. The small bombs had a reputation for being the tools of bounty hunters because of their finality - vaporizing everything that came in contact with their explosive force, a single thermal detonator having been used in the destruction of Xicor's palace nearly a millennia ago. Yet here was a Jawa so casually tossing one towards him as he began his charge again while speedily escaping with the aid of force speed. The Anzati had mere seconds to react, fractions of it ticking away as he had to process this information. No amount of speed would save someone from such a close, delayed, explosion - he had to have been waiting for the proper moment to throw it, meaning it was already ready to blow even as he threw it. This meant the blast radius must have been smaller than the typical Class-A, which was generally used by military demolitions anyways, and hinted closer to Class-C, which had a minor blast radius of six meters. This was still relatively large, but it was much smaller than what he had nearly came to expect and it was incredibly smaller than the average grenade - especially as explosives of such a small size were generally utilized to blow open doors rather than for actual combat.
Taking the chance to hazard his guess true, the Anzat continued his run without stopping or attempting to turn knowing that the average human could muster a sprint of nearly ten meters per second for a brief period and he could vastly exceed that. He only had just under two seconds, however, judging by the haste and the throw, meaning he'd still be within shrapnel range of any debris. Eyes closed, focusing, the monstrous man put a great deal of effort into his next action - a forceful push-off with his dominant, right, foot, which would have normally been the same result as a human trying to run at their peak speed without synchronization - a tumble. But as he pushed off and just narrowly exceeded the range of the explosive's reach he was blown forwards forcefully as the remainder of the particle and molecular shield that protected him against the Jawa's lightsaber strikes took the remaining brunt of blow and kept him from being riddled with concussive blows from duracrete shards and various other objects of peril. But he was alive, and he was well. There was no stopping, however, and even as he fell forwards he could smell the ozone in the air, his predatory instincts kicking in now that his prey was out of his line of sight. A quick push, both of his muscular arms flexing largely as he kicked his feet up, and the Anzati flipped feet-over-head into the air, hands moving to his waste, as a long stream of electricity licked at the air beneath him. For a moment everything seemed to slow down and his smooth, stone-like, expressionless face altered into a grin. Then just as quickly everything began to move much more quickly, hands unclipping the power pack attached to his Paragon-class energy shield via an emergency release button while the other replaced it with the one that had been charged via the molecular shield's siphoning of the lightsaber strikes prior.
One tenth of a second passed and he fell to the ground hands first in direct contact with the stream of lightning that surged around the molecular shield that struggled to absorb and siphon off the electrical power of the enemy's force output. This, of course, was completely impractical and downright impossible for more than at best ten seconds, but it certainly gave him the proper time to continue his survival. "So you sought help." Came his insulted grumble, although amused. It was obvious that he would certainly have a challenge now, dealing with multiple force users was always just that - a challenge. But what the two seemed to forget was that unlike them, he did not rely on the force. To be caught like this was like any other time, and he did not have to stand stock still and rely on some way to counter the flow of lightning to utilize some slow-acting and dangerously tedious action through the force with concentration split between it and defense. Lightning moved in one direction, which meant his second target was directly ahead of him, and based on the stealth and timed effort to try to neutralize him it meant that the newcomer was not suited for direct confrontation like the gaudy little runt that had tried to cut him to pieces earlier. Now the only problem that remained was that he was, at the moment, standing in front of a stream of lightning that left him with less than five seconds to move out of the way or risk being fried in his metallic suit of armor. And so he did, though not in a way that he had with the explosive thermal detonator.
Down he crouched and then like a spring his legs uncoiled and forwards he leaped through the air, moving quickly with muscle-driven velocity. While he, the Anzat, weighed in at what was slightly above average for the normal Anzat, his armor was lighter than what would have likely been seen on the front lines of battle - certainly lighter than chain mail, while protecting much more. The assumption that his armor would do much to slow him down more than he already was simply meant underestimating the alien, and underestimating something that could crush a soldier's helmet bare-fisted without aid of the force was a severe mistake to make. And though his energy shield had likely enough juice left to resist a single, direct, strike with a lightsaber it was hardly a concern for the man as this battle was going to quickly become a close-quarters fight. "Come to me, you meager pups, and learn the savagery of war, I will grind your bones beneath my feet!" Hans bellowed, landing down off to the side of where the lightning had been streaming by with a loud echo of his boots coming in contact hard with the ground. Where [member="Saiah"] might have been hidden both by invisibility and his directed focus prior, now she was fully within both his vision and sensory organs - neither of which relied on something so meager as the force to sustain. It was obvious that most of these Jedi and Sith had trained almost solely on enhancing their strengths while hoping their flaws would never show up in a real fight, but today it seemed like the two would have a shocking revelation in just how painful defeat could feel. And as he charged..
He would bring it.
